Hand maiden/SPY(warning 18)
(Alright guys, I was thinking that I needed to flash out some of Janna tyrell's character and what is people's opinion of her. Because she is one of the major player in this alternate timeline. And very instrumental in our mc's rise to power and navigation of King Roberts Court..
She is very romantic,manipulating kind women.
And without her cleverness, tolerance, and family's influence The mc wouldn't survived the battlefield of westerosy politics. After all, she is the daughter of Ollena Tyrell.
And also.... I'll continue the story about what happened between 284AC to 300AC no timeskip. ) Enjoy.
(A handmaidens pov 284 AC)
The year after the Rebellion. And the Targaryens has lost their holds on to power after nearly 300 hundreds years. The death of Prince Rhaegar at the battle of trident. And the mad King Aerys from his own kingsguard.
The remaining members of the targaryen family is scattered around various parts of westeros.
Prince Vserys is at Wall serving as a member of the nightswatch.
Queen Rhaella and her newborn daughter lives in The Vale. As a permanent guest in Castle Eyrie not a hostage. Because her daughter is now betrothed to John Arryns Son and heir.
Princess Elia Martel and her children's are in sunspear of Dorne.
And the last member of the targaryen family living in Winterfell.
The incident in the capital was a tragic one, Many people thought that Lyanna Stark was kidnapped.
But the truth revealed that it was false, She willingly run away with the Prince.
The revelation shocked the entire realm. But before anyone could blame the woman or put her on a trial, ....she committed suicide.
sigh....
So many deaths and destruction over a such characterless woman who ran away with another married man.
This creates the question ....is the Rebellion was unjust? And the Iron throne was taken away from targaryens without proper cause, the Baratheons usurped it?
No! The mad King Aerys deserves what happened to him. And people also thinks that Rhaegar was as mad as his father.
Though many have different opinions to that. Because Raegar targaryen had a lot of loyal followers as well.
Now what is done is done and none of it can be undone. As far as she knows from gossips that circulates.
Now is a time of and prosperity , and that is the hope of every small folk and Lords alike.
But to her everything is the same as always.
A new family is incharge of ruling the realm. And other new families are found the opportunity to suck up to them.
Alora had very little clue about what they were exactly getting into. All she knew, and all that Marybel and Elyana knew, was that lady Janna Tyrell herself had asked to see them. Why us, she thought to herself as they followed another servant through a series of hallways weaving around the Red Keep. They were simple handmaidens, servants under the Tyrell banner. Lowborn and common. Yet all this walking and turning and hush hush atmosphere made the young Highgarden born girl wonder she must have done wrong. They had only been here for a few month or so now. Though it felt much longer. Alora found King's Landing to be much less beautiful and fable like than she'd hoped. Unlike Highgarden's many flower patches, gardens, and perfectly trimmed hedges, this city was crowded almost everywhere outside the keep, was without almost any vegetation, and it smelled. That part was the worst. Alora felt pity for the poor of the city but at the same time couldn't stand being near where they dwelled. She was always grateful for her position as one of Lady Janna's handmaidens. One of her most loyal. And one of her… most influential, she would soon find out.
Once they had followed this other servant through the whole palace it seemed, the woman not uttering a single word, they finally entered through a humble reddish-brown door and into a room they hadn't been in before. It was like many others in the palace with its large bed, golden curtains and draperies, wooden furniture, and fine carpets. It even had a closet and a bathing room to the side. Yet what set this one apart was that Lady Janna Tyrell resided in it, sitting in a lavish and comfortable looking armchair, across the room from the girls. Alora had always admired how pretty and powerful the lady was.
Though not like The queen of the seven Kingdoms Cercei Lannister of course, but for the time being she holds enough influence then any other women, Because her husband is a closets lord of the king and her brother is a Lord paramount also she comes from a second richest family in westeros. And now they are in service to the king.
And also her husband is one the strongest if not The Most strongest fighter in all westeros. Alora reminded herself.
Lady Janna,,, her light brown hair that hung in tumbles of beautiful curls, her smart and witty grin, and her eyes that Alora imagined were given by the Maiden herself. One could fall into those deep eyes and never return.
"Ladies," she spoke after a few seconds. "It is good to see that you've come at such short and odd notice. Forgive the secretiveness of our meeting, but I really needed only the right people to know of this encounter." Alora felt nervous and excited at the same time. Lady Janna wanted a private meeting with them? "Now, I trust that what happens in this room will stay within this room. Do I have your words?"
"Of course,my lady ," Marybel said quickly.
"Yes," Elyana spoke with a slight bow.
The beautiful lady of Highgarden looked at Alora next with a stare of both friend and master. "Yes, I promise," she spoke in little higher than a whisper.
"Good," the Tyrell noblewoman spoke, then stood up from the chair. She was in an exceptional light blue dress, with a prominent cut below her neck. The tops of her breasts were pressed up, something Alora knew was customary for women of court. Janna walked slowly over to each of them, standing side by side, Alora in the middle. They were distinct from one another. Marybel had long shiny dark hair held in a ponytail and was shorter than the other two. Elyana had shorter blonde tangles that ended just below her neck. She was a bubbly one. And Alora was slightly taller than the others, with long chestnut brown curls that went down her back when left unchecked. Seeming to look them over from top to bottom, Janna strolled around the handmaids until facing them once more. Looking to the older servant who brought them to this strange meeting, she gestured with her eyes and head for her to leave them. Alora felt an odd sensation as the door closed behind her and she and the other two humble handmaidens were left with one of most important woman in the realm.
"Now that we're really alone, I will tell you why you're here." She smiled cunningly at them. "As you know,some of my family has come here to serve the king." Alora nodded. "I am also married to one of King Robert's trusted man. And my elder brother is also in the capital to serve the realms finance as master of coin.
The time has come for House Tyrell, we're now one of the most important families in the realm. Because of this, my family needs to be sure that everything runs well around this palace. We need to know what is being said, what is being thought, and what may be happening within the city. Whatever information can be gathered related to matters of the king,the Queen, me, my brother,my husband or anyone else of importance is incredibly crucial." In her head, Alora could only imagine the excitement and the thrilling rush of being a spy. "Do you understand this?"
"Yes," they all said.
"Excellent. Now… there is a problem when it comes to getting this information. How to make the right people open up their mouth and spill their secrets. Many are concerned about being overheard so they never say anything in the open. Only speaking their dark ideas in private. However, there is a way to make them speak up. Or to encourage them to." Another grin came at them. "Women have this power. With the right… skills, we can get the men we want to talk more than they'd expect themselves to." Alora was confused about what exactly the lady was referring to. lady Janna stepped up to her, however. Face to face. "With our beauty and our bodies." The Tyrell woman lifted her hand to Alora's face and pressed her palm against her soft cheek. Her thumb slowly went over the handmaiden's lips before suddenly being pulled away and Lady Janna stepped back once more. Alora was left frozen in place.
"I'm not sure if I understood you correctly, my lady," Elyana said quietly.
Now with a partially annoyed look over her face, lady Winters/Tyrell put it more bluntly. "You three are some of my most beautiful women of the Tyrell household. The most beautiful actually. I want you to help me capture all the schemes and plots of this palace of snakes by sucking and screwing them out of the mouths of men."
Alora's mouth was left agape. She had never expected such terms to come out of her ladyship. She was so surprised that she didn't register for a moment what those words meant for her. "Lady Janna?" Marybel asked, stunned as well.
"You all swore an oath to me to do as I ask," she said firmly. She paused. "However, if you absolutely do not want to serve me in this way, to help me so greatly, then you are free to leave. I will not hold it against you."
There was half a minute of silence. None of the three girls spoke up at first. Alora was conflicted. Part of her didn't like this and yet another wanted to always serve her lady. To do whatever it took to preserve House Tyrell. And another, deeper part of her was somewhat intrigued by the task itself. "I will accept," Alora said, the first of three to do so.
"As do I," Elyana said softly.
Lady Janna looked to Marybel, who then looked to the other two handmaids, shocked to hear their answers. Yet, not wanting to be the only one to refuse, she gently nodded her head after a moment. "Excellent," the gorgeous queen of roses said with a bright grin on her face. "All three of you are doing tremendous work by accepting this task. It is of the utmost importance that both of my family is on top of things. And perhaps you can even win a few people over if you prove persuasive enough." Her shining smile turned to a more conniving smirk as she turned her head slightly. "You may come in now," she said somewhat loudly.
Alora shifted a bit and was left confused as the large closet door of the room opened and out came a man. He wore a mask over his face, hiding his identity. An Eagle mask ? Alora imagined he could see the three girls perfectly well, however. He lined up directly in front of them. The tall, dark black red-ish-haired man stood before her, matching her own hair tied into a neat ponytail. Alora faced Lady Janna and saw her sat on the end of the bed.
"Ladies, your first lesson of today is quite simple. You must first learn how to touch a man." Alora quickly turned her head at her mistress. It only now became real what she was about to do. "I am not going to send you out without first knowing how to please. That wouldn't do at all. That is why these this fine gentleman," she said gesturing towards him, "will help you learn. I felt that he can gave a good idea for what you'll encounter." Lady Janna smiled at the man. "Are you happy with the women in front of you Ser?"
"Of course, my lady," the man in front of her spoke with a deep, bold voice. "I think I speak for the other two as well."
"Lovely. Now, ladies, approach the man in front of you and quickly introduce yourself. We do not have all day."
Nervous but slightly intrigued and excited, Alora slowly stepped forward to the man in front of her. The Eagle mask was golden and looked like to was made expertly. His eyes could see her, and she spied a grin on his lips. She brushed her hair from the side of her face and smiled. "greeting ser," she mumbled and awkwardly looked down at her feet. Yet her eyes were pulled instead to the noticeable thickness in the man's pants. Gasping faintly, she looked back up.
"Hello to you," he replied in a sweet, enchanting voice. "You are… Alora?"
"Yes," she said with a small giggle. "And you?"
"Afraid I can't say," he replied with a reserved tone.
"Oh, right. Sorry." Her cheeks blushed light pink.
"Though, after seeing you, milady, I wish I could."
"Alora," Janna spoke loudly. "I'm sorry if you feel unacquainted with the gentleman but like I've said, we don't control the hours. Now, I imagine you are capable of kneeling down and pulling sword from scabbard." Alora knew the action was possible but felt like she tightened up. She had been with a man before, about a year ago in Highgarden. One of the stable hands. Yet that had been alone in a small room with just the two. Not in a palace bedchamber with her ladyship and three others. Alora still felt naïve and new at the world of sex. She was always taught to not engage in it unless you're married or truly in love. She felt worried enough after the night making love in bed with the young man from the stables, and she had quite liked him. This was like—not spoken is the better.
The man with the Eagle mask gently put his hand on her shoulder urged her to kneel down in front of him. With slight physical pressure and a mountain of emotional, Alora felt herself kneeling down onto the wooden floor and coming face to face with the sizable bulge in the man's pants. Slowly, she reached up her hands and her delicate thin fingers managed to untie the laces of the blue pants. Turning her head to look at what others are doing. They are just watching, some with great curiosity and other with amusement. Turning her gaze back up at the man in the Eagle mask, she saw his patient expression, yet one that was expecting. Deciding to just get on with it, she pulled down his pants just enough for his partially erect member to pop out… and whip her in the face.
Stunned, surprised, and slightly humored, Alora first pulled her head back and touched her cheek as if she expected a wound. Yet after a few seconds she found the silliness in it and gave a small laugh. "Sorry, milady," he said. "did I hurt you? Afraid I was excited as soon as I saw you. You are exceptionally beautiful." That was a very good lie. she is sure that he is very good with his compliments.
"Thank you," Alora said, her eyes looking at him and then at his manhood. it was already the biggest she'd ever touched. She didn't know how she was going to fit it in her mouth. Wrapping her cool soft fingers around the erect sex of the man, she felt the warmth and pulsation going through it. The tip was a light pink and Alora slowly traced her fingers along the ridge, hoping the man was feeling good. His testicles hung from the base without much sag. She wondered if she should touch them as well.
"To properly and efficiently stroke a man you must put in the work and see what they like," Lady Janna suddenly spoke. "You should start from the base and move up to the tip. That would feel much better for a man than just a boring back and forth motion." Alora looked back at the one in front of her and proceeded to put both hands on at the same time, tenderly moving them up and down, her fingers grazing the edge of his tip. She was continually amazed at how hot it was to the touch, how furious it felt. As she slid her hands along his shaft she gave small twists and changes to the rhyme. "Now while dry hand service will get the job done eventually," Janna continued, "it is always better when sufficiently lubricated. Sadly, I doubt you girls will always be able to carry a bottle of oil with you. So you may need to resort to more original methods." Getting off the end of the bed, Lady Janna proceeded to lean down over the cock in Alora's hands and dribble some of her saliva over the large length. Gesturing for the handmaid to work it in with her strokes, Alora did so, and grinned as she felt the gently throbbing erection glide more efficiently in her soft hands. "watch and learn everything correctly and carefully, ladies," Janna spoke. She steadily walked behind the men, her eyes watchful and judging as she studies her movements.
Alora, feeling the pressure of her ladyship, built up what she could and puckered her light pink lips before spitting on the masked man's sensitive head and quickly began stroking him with her hands. She felt the saliva coat her palms and help her hands glide up and down his shaft from base to tip. Adding more spit, she began to realize why her ladyship suggested this. Finally, the man let out a small moan, causing the beautiful handmaid from Highgarden feel relieved to finally be making him feel good. She moved her eyes from his swollen tip up to his hidden face, his mysterious eyes watching her. She grinned and then noticed a bit of arousal leaking from his tip. Using that to help her handiwork, she got the rhythm of twisting and delivering long strokes. From his slight moans and clinches of his muscles she could tell he liked it when she got to his head. Focusing on that, Alora used one of her hands to specially massage and caress the pink glans, sending shivers of pleasure throughout his body. Part of her nervousness seemed to melt away as she got the hang of touching him and learning what was best. She was so entranced into her sexual act that she didn't immediately notice Lady Janna Tyrell standing behind her. When she did, and canted her head to eye her mistress, her hands stopped for a moment.
"Keep going," the lady said. She leaned down to Alora's ear. "You are doing excellent." Smiling from the admiration of Janna, Alora got back to handling the man. It was then that she got the idea to stimulate him another way. Moving one of her hands to his sack, she grasped hold of the testes. They felt quite full and heavy. Alora wondered if it was of any discomfort to the man. She slowly kneaded and rubbed the sack, all the while keeping her other hand gliding effortlessly up and down his hot erect length. The added touch brought a few more breaths of satisfaction from him.
"You are quite good at this, milady," the man with the Eagle kmask spoke through his sighs of sensual relief. "You seemed a little nervous at first. Yet… your hands are quite skillful."
"Thank you very much, sir," Alora said, smiling at the compliment. Maybe she wasn't so naïve as she thought. "You have a very impressive… manhood," she said, trying to think of a nice thing to say back.
She could see a small grin appear on his face. Before he could speak again however, her ladyship spoke up. "You are all doing marvelous, girl," she said. "I am quite impressed with how you getting the hang of this. Especially you, Alora," Janna spoke, gesturing towards her. Marybel and Elyana looked at the chestnut-haired girl with slight envy. Alora's cheeks blushed.
"Now,
I would like to move onto the final lesson for today. Using your mouth for pleasure." Lady Janna clasps her hand.
"Oh," Elyana spoke out loud.
"Is there something wrong, girl?" Janna Tyrell asked.
The blonde-haired bubbly girl looked around a little embarrassed. "I've never done that sort of thing before."
The man she was pleasuring chuckled.
The Tyrell noblewoman looked at Elyana at first with almost a motherly sense of pity. But then she stiffened up slightly and proceeded to walk toward her. Alora wouldn't admit it, but she hadn't really done anything with her mouth either before. Janna stood between Elyana and the man before slinking down to her knees. Alora was astonished. She felt her lips part in a silent gasp as her ladyship first gripped the man's penis, peeled back the foreskin, and then swiftly took his tip in her mouth. The man sighed loudly and reeled on his toes as Alora could only imagine the sensation of having Lady Janna Tyrell's silky lips and tongue wrapped around his tip. For several seconds she slowly pushed her mouth up and down his length. She made it look so easy. Then she just as quickly popped it out of her mouth and looked toward the blonde-haired handmaiden. "It's not so bad, my dear," she said. "You try."
With slight reluctance, Elyana scooted up and unhurriedly pushed her head towards the man's rigid sex. Janna gripped the base to steady it. She spoke again as Elyana put her mouth over the man's penis. After she finished "Marybel, you may begin as well. Start slow and drag your lips over the sensitive ridge and tip. That is the key to getting them talking. Keep your tongue active and soft, giving them almost an oral massage."
Feeling more confident in her ability to try new things, after her turn came Alora did as Janna showed and gripped the thick base of the man's cock. It was still rather wet from her spit. Parting her lips, she felt the large, swollen, and slightly throbbing mushroom shaped head fill her mouth. Closing her mouth around it and letting the flat of her tongue lay underneath, she heard an audible moan of satisfaction. Opening her eyes, she looked up to his mask. He watched her ardently. Curling her tongue around the sensitive tip, she sent shivers of pleasure through the man's body. Alora found herself liking this ability. To make someone feel this way. She tasted his arousal as her lips moved back and forth delicately. It wasn't as bad as she thought it may be, though not great either. Her tongue began to be more active after the first minute, swirling and licking around the edge. With each gesture she could feel his body tensing up, relishing in the blissful sensations she was providing.
Looking back, she already seen Marybel to push her plump lips further down the man's girthy shaft. She wondered how the girl didn't choke on this thing. Deciding to also move ahead, Alora put both her hands on the waist of the man with the Eagle mask to steady herself. He put his larger hands over hers, holding them in place. Gradually, Alora pushed her smooth lips passed the ridge of his tip and down over his hot, erect shaft. She got a few inches of his penis inside her mouth before she could feel it touching the back of her throat. Not wanting to gag on him, she decided to simply move her head back and forth, sucking on only part of his length. It already felt like too much. His thick shaft and swollen head made her have to push her jaw to its limits.
Yet it was doing plenty of wonders for the man despite her lack of experience. The warm and velvety mouth and edge of her throat was like nothing else. Her cocksucking slowly got messier as she went, saliva coating his erection quite well, letting him simply slide in and out of her. Once or twice Alora remembered to give a little attention to his testes, kneading in the spit that dribbled down there. After a few minutes of this bliss, the man could feel himself nearing an end.
"You are all doing marvelous, girl," Lady Janna called out from the bedside. "You're learning these tricks much faster than I'd thought. I'm impressed." Alora thought she could hear her ladyship pour a glass a wine passed the sounds of moans and other wet noises. as they all finished one by one. "I like how each of you have pushed yourselves even more than I said to. Gentlemen, how do you feel these ladies are treating you?"
He gave compliment to Elyana and Marybel. But
The man didn't speak on her terms. She continued plunging her lips and tongue over him, attempting to milk out a response. She looked up to him with her beautiful green eyes. A look of slight concern. He looked at her and sighed loudly as he snapped at the air. "I'm afraid this maiden is too good, my lady. I fear I may not be able to hold off entirely too much longer."
Alora knew what that meant, though she didn't know what to think of it. She knew a man released himself into a woman's sex when making love. She never thought about what it would be like in her mouth. "Alora…" Lady Janna spoke like a proud teacher. "I think we have a gifted woman amongst us." She paused a moment to drink her wine. "Well, I suppose that we must end today's lessons soon anyway. My husband will no doubt want to see me again soon. Gentleman, I give you permission to climax whenever you are ready." Alora was concerned now. She didn't know what to expect. What would it taste like? Would she gag or choke? Would she spit it away?
The Tyrell noblewoman continued. "Girls, we will continue our oral training some more another day. There is still more to learn with pushing yourselves even further. As well as learning how to provide a good view whilst you do so. For now let me tell you this." Alora heard the sound of Janna getting off the bed once more. Looking over slightly, she saw her undo a lace on her dress. If her lips were not already parted, they would have gasped at what the handmaiden from Highgarden saw now. Lady Janna pulled out her plump breasts and let free for anyone to see. They were the envy of any woman, Alora thought. They hung off her young, fit body like she were the Maiden goddess herself. Her pink nipples and areola were enticing and eye pulling even for Alora. She could feel the head of the man turn to look upon the exposed bosom of the queen of roses. Lady Janna slowly walked back behind the girls, stopping at Alora. She felt her mistress put one hand on her shoulder and the other on the back of her head, urging her to keep her speed and movements over the man's sex. "When you feel them throbbing in your mouth," she continued, "be prepared for them to release. It is often… quite sudden, however. Sometimes they just can't help it." Alora could sense Janna trying to make the men explode with her words. "In a warm, wet, tight, and silky mouth, it is often too much to bear. When you're performing your future duties for me, ladies, I recommend learning to swallow. It makes less of a mess."
Alora felt the violent throbbing of the masked man's penis as she brought her lips down five inches of his incredibly erect shaft. She nearly panicked, not knowing what to do. Pulling her mouth back so just a little more than his tip was still inside, she felt his hand grab hold of her forehead. The swollen, pulsating tip erupted ferociously onto the back of her tongue. She felt a stream of the man's orgasm spurt from his tip into her virgin mouth. It quickly began to pool around her tongue and below her lip. The taste was not grand, though it didn't make Alora gag like she worried. She didn't want to disappoint her ladyship after proving herself thus far. Strand after strand of the man's pent up cum spilled from his sex and into the handmaiden's mouth. It seemed like quite the climax to her. She must have done a good job. He moaned louder than previously, an orgasmic bliss surging through his body. His throbbing shaft continued its pulsing as it slowed down. Much to Alora's relief, it seemed to be nearing an end. As the last of his sperm was coaxed from his tip by the gentle motions of her tongue, she could feel herself beginning to gag. She pulled her lips off of him entirely. Waiting a moment to regain herself, Alora fought against the prominent urge to spit it out or cough. Instead, feeling the quiet, watchful eyes of Janna Tyrell over her, she did as the lady recommended. Alora swallowed.
"Marvelous," the Highgarden noblewoman said after she made certain. Immediately letting go of her head, Alora felt herself lean forward slightly. She couldn't believe what all she'd just done. She never would have expected herself to be in this position. Yet… she wasn't disappointed or regretful. Aside from feeling the need to support the house she is loyal to and Lady Janna, she felt somewhat awoken. Like she found a different side of herself. Her night with the stable boy was quick, irrelevant, and left her with even more questions. In this moment, Alora, the humble chestnut-haired handmaiden from Highgarden, felt like she was the powerful one for a moment.
Wiping her lips with the back of her hand, she looked up to the man she did this to. He looked on her as well as he pulled back up his pants and put his softening manhood away. After a moment of just staring at each other, either not sure what to say, he lent down a hand and helped her back onto her feet. Gliding back upright courteously, Alora gave an awkward nod before looking to Marybel. She hadn't been as competent as herself, Alora noted. Her ladyship relaced her dress to cover her chest now that the action of the midday had ended. "Now then, gentleman it has been an excellent day overall. I thank you for your service to me and ask that you leave us for now. I may call upon you again someday soon." The Eagle masked halted a moment just as he seemed to turn around.
Looking at Alora, he grinned and whispered, "some other time then." Unsure if it was a question or a statement, the handmaid stared in confusion as the man turned around and looked toward Lady Janna. For a moment, Alora considered if they knew each other.
"Remember the rules," her ladyship said with a firm tone and beckoned for him to leave. Once he was gone, and only the four women remained in the room, Janna's attention returned to the girls. "Each of you impressed me today. You have proven yourselves able to help me in the ways I need. Especially you, Alora." Janna's eyes looked at her with a proud passion. The handmaid felt her cheeks grow rosy again. "Do each of you believe you'd like to continue this training? To serve me?" They unanimously agreed. There seemed to be no going back at this point. "Excellent. I will call upon you three another time then. It may be just a day, or two, or perhaps a week. But when I do, I expect you to be ready. Understood?"
"Yes," Alora said, louder than the other two.
"You all may leave then. Remember to speak of what happened here to no one. Not the other maids, not strangers, nobody. If you do, then I will learn of it and deal with you accordingly." No one could say Lady Janna Tyrell didn't have a rose's thorns. "Thank each of you. Your service will not go unrewarded."
Alora left that quiet, unknown room within the Red Keep almost as a different person. And with lingering thoughts about the man's final words to her. As they were escorted by the same servant back to their quarters, Marybel and Elyana exchanged looks of awe and excitement as to what they were a part of. They would no doubt quietly gossip about what they just did today to one another. Alora didn't want any part of that. She swore a vow to Lady Janna in that room. And she intended to keep it.
.....
Few minutes later in Janna's bedroom.
" What was that Janna? I don't understand the meaning of it. I don't like this sort of play?" Alan finally burst out with anger.
Then it was her turn to shout.
"I'm doing this because it'll somewhat stop my husband from regular visiting the brothels ! And prevent him from siring unaccountable amount of bustards!!
34!!! seriously? you have been in the capitol for more then just a year. when are you planning to stop?"
So Alan did only thing he could do to sooth her anger.
"I'm sorry Janna. But you know you can't blame a man for wanting a harem?" Alan told her not too apologetically.
"""""Arggggg""""
And all he could do to sooth her anger is giving her some hard-core dicking .....